Zombie Drabble Flash Fiction: The Apocalypse Deal

"If you feed me every Saturday, I'll provide you with a steady stream of ammunition and supplies.  Then, at harvest, I take half your crop."

"That's an interesting offer," the gardener said looking up from his tomatoes.

The smug man in the polo shirt and khakis seemed satisfied.  He'd get a meal today.  He relaxed and stole a glance at his gold Rolex.


"I have an alternative deal for you," the gardener offered.  "You see that compost pile over there?"

"Yes," the businessman replied.  "I certainly do."

"If you spread it across this field," the gardener said.  "You eat today."

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